The haunting of deep sea creatures 

I always find myself 


In a guys love 

Whilst they swim inconsistantly 

Floating my boat
In a sea full of sharks that are 

Unafriad to come to the surface and 

Steal their existence, grab them whole

Take away their soul 

Buoyancy is dead 
There’s sanctity in 

Making a man feel 


Something they don’t 

Allow themselves to feel 

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